Perfume

A hundred fragrances
flitted by my nostrils.
Misty dew, a floral affair,
spicy cinnamon and a macho musk.
One scent stood out
in all its grandeur:
the smell of your sweat.
Lurking in the folds
of the bedsheets;
crouching in the creases
of your shirts,
and mine;
forming dew drops
on my bare skin.